Exhaustion
By Paul B
Nothing to write, Nothing to say Just another end to a tiring day. My mind is gone, no soul for thought Exhaustion A mental retreat to a highland Somewhere not too far Of wind and trees and grass Breathing , I hear my breath My proof, sure and unique That I exist. I feel who I am Hot breath and cold death A sum total of all our worth Given like a gift Taken as only a token Thoughts, words that flow A definition of sorts Only I find it hard To think of me, myself Delusion Written January 25th, 2002 © on Jan 25 2002 09:37 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Nothing to write,..."